You don't get all you want in life

{Chapter 2}

I breathed heavily before stepping onto the magical platform 9 3/4. I had said goodbye to my parents earlier, because I didn't want anyone seeing them with me. I mean, come on; anyone seeing me right now with my actual parents would know I am Hermione Granger. My parents were famous, thanks for asking.

Here's the story for my 'disguise': my name is Harmony Evans. My parents are from Canada, originally from Britain. We came here for a year and are going back in June. Since we are in Britain, mom decided to put me in Hogwarts so that I don't miss school. My Wizarding School in Canada… don't ask, there isn't one. My parents taught me all the magic I need to know.

Or maybe there was a magical school in Canada. I just didn't know, and I hoped no one asks.

As I stepped on the platform, I quickly scanned who is in front of me. My eyes landed on the bunch of Slytherins huddled close to one side. Pansy Parkinson, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and the infamous Draco Malfoy. I rolled my eyes and looked away, so that I would not throw up.

In the other corner, I saw a bunch of red-heads. I realized it is the Weasleys. I had to resist the urge of going to them, hugging them and telling them that I missed them. I also had to resist the urge to attack Ron –my boyfriend or something- and Harry, my best friend.

Harry doesn't have family other than the hard-minded-we-don't-want-anything-to-do-with-magic-Muggle Dursleys. They can't stand him because he is different, and Harry can't stand them either. Let's be honest, I never thought anyone can. Not even their Muggle friends. That's why Harry's always hanging around with the Weasleys. At least he belongs there, what's with both him and Ron being born to Wizarding families. To top that, the Weasleys actually love Harry and they know how important he is. My family doesn't have much to do with magic, thank you very much. And I rather they stay out of magic trouble. I wanted to keep my parents all to myself.

I stood alone watching the clock, aware that people looked at me and whispered every now and then. I waited impatiently for the train to whistle. When it finally does, I walked aboard with my luggage –it's not much anyways. I found an empty compartment and sat down beside the window. A few minutes pass in peace before I was able to hear laughing outside. Then a happy looking Harry opened the compartment door and froze.

Our eyes met. I looked at him with innocent recognition while he gawked at me. Then I started to freak, did he find out? Does he know I am Hermione? The thoughts rang through my head.

Ron interrupted the awkward moment by asking if they can share the compartment with me. I nodded yes.

Okay, so first of all, they were my friends still. Second of all, assuming I am not their best buddy, it would have been rude to say 'no' to Harry Potter and his side-kick Ronald Weasley (who saved the magic world) when they asked if they can share a train compartment with you.

Right?

I watched as they sit down. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville.

"You're Harry Potter, right?" I asked, watching Harry.

"Oh!" Harry was clearly taken by surprise. "Yeah…" he scratched the back of his neck.

"And…" I moved my gaze to Ron "You're Ronald Weasley?"

"Yeah." Ron said, happy to be known.

"I'm Harmony. Harmony Evans." I said. "Nice to meet you."

"Um… nice to meet you." Harry said.

"Nice to meet you too, Evans." Ginny said rolling her eyes.

Sweet! She doesn't know I am Hermione otherwise she'd be nicer. Ginny is only nice to people she knows and trusts.

Ginny is always jealous. Harry is always uncomfortable around girls. Ron is always happy when someone notices him. Luna is always Luna and Neville is always quiet.

"Um… what happened to your friend…? Hermione Granger?" I asked Harry and Ron, because I knew they think I should have realized the famous Hermione is missing.

"She's in France. Not coming back this year." Harry replied somewhat sheepishly.

"Are you coming to Hogwarts, Evans?" Luna asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Funny, I never saw you around before." Luna said dreamily.

"I'm new." I smiled sweetly.

I catch Ginny rolling her eyes while Harry and Ron blushed.

"By the way, I am Luna Lovegood." Luna said. "This is Neville Longbottom."

I nodded knowingly.

"Where are you from, Evans?" Ron asked.

I was about to tell him not to be silly and to call me with my real name when I realized what I am actually doing. "Canada."
"Canada?" Ginny asks.

"Yes. Canada, the big country with the red maple leaf on their flag. You know, right next to the U.S.A." I said as sweetly as I can.

"We know Canada," Ginny was not being nice. "The point is; if you're from Canada, what are you doing here?"

"My parents and I are here for my father's work trip. It's lasting a year." I lied.

My parents and I grew up here, like DUH?

Ginny scoffed. Harry gave her a dirty look. She looked away angrily.

"Do you know what house you're going to be in?" Ron asked.

"I heard of Hogwarts houses." I backtracked to make it look like I am not a know-it-all. "I hope I am in a good house. What houses are there anyways?"

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, I know, I know.

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." Harry answered.

"Which is best?" I asked.

"Well, Ravenclaw people are smart. Hufflepuff are…" Ron stoped, "we say they are dumb because they're too loyal and friendly. Then there is Gryffindor, who are all nice and brave."

"And Slytherin," Ginny continued. She looked at me like she's saying 'I wish you are Slytherin so I can kick your pretty ass' "they are mean and rude and cunning. They eat girls alive."

"Ginny." Harry said. "They don't eat girls alive. They just play around with girls."
"Yeah, they're all whores." Ginny said.

I realized I am sinking back in my seat as if I am afraid.

I straighten up and asked "what houses are you in?"

"Gryffindor." Ron said, "Luna is the only one in Ravenclaw."

I nodded.

"I hope I am in Gryffindor." I said. "You're the only people I know anyways."

Harry game me a smile. So do Ron and Neville. Ginny looked simply irritated.

"I wouldn't mind being in Ravenclaw, but I don't have the brains." I said quickly.

Luna then smiles.

Just then, the compartment door flew open and in stepped Draco Malfoy with his partner in crime Blaise Zabini.

Does that guy ever learn?

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron shot.

"Oh look. Here's Potty with his nanny Weasel-bee." Malfoy sneered; he scanned the room before adding "what happened to your Mudblood? Got bored of her already? Shame, I would have finished her myself."

I tried to clam down and not send a hex at him. Good thing my wand was in my back pocket.

"She's in France, Malfoy!" Ginny shot back "Oh, wait. Do you know where France is?"

Everyone laughs, except for Malfoy and Zabini.

Malfoy's face got red "I do know where France is, thanks. You realize I am the one with the education here."

"No no no, Draco. You got that wrong." Zabini shook his head disapprovingly.

Huh?

"Weasels do have an education. They are taught how to wiggle and dig holes." He said.

Oh.

I should have seen that coming.

Now the intruders double over with laughter.

I felt my blood boil but remain silent.

Then Malfoy noticed me. He raised an eyebrow at me but talks to the others "Who's your friend?" he challenged.

"None of your business." Ron spited.

"Says who?"

"Says us." Harry responded shortly "now leave."

"I don't feel like it." Malfoy leaned against the closed door, smirking.

"Just get out!" Ginny screamed, snatching her wand out.

Something crossed Malfoy's face, but he quickly fixed his poker face, smirking he said "I'll be back later."

He walked out of the door, Zabini on his tail.

The train whistled its arrival at Hogsmead. I took my trunk and walked out towards one of the waiting carriages. To my surprise, it was empty.

But not for long.

The Slytherin gang of boys hop on just about when the carriage was going to take off.

Aw man!

I pretended I am surprised to see Malfoy, Zabini and Nott. I don't talk to them though.

"Aren't you Potty's friend?" Zabini asked a while after the carriage moves.

"No, I wouldn't say friend." I replied.

"Great! I'm Blaise Zabini." Zabini said cheerfully "This is Draco Malfoy and that's Theodore Nott. Theo for short."

"Nice to meet you." I smiled sweetly again, that same smile I practiced once too many times in front of the mirror. "I'm Harmony Evans."

Nott looked at me awkwardly "You aren't related to Lily Evans, are you?"

What? I didn't think of that!

I shrugged "not that I know off."

"Good." They all looked relieved.

"What house do you think you're going to be in, since you're new?" Malfoy asked.

Wow, I didn't think he was smart.

Being sarcastic here!

"I don't know. I heard of Hogwarts Houses. I just don't want to be in Hufflepuff, that's for sure."

I didn't add the 'I don't want to be in Slytherin either' not wanting to make enemies with the school bullies already.

I figured I'd save that for when I am sorted in Gryffindor.

"I think you should be in Slytherin." Zabini said. "If you are put in Gryffindor then that will prove old Dumbledore can't do magic."

I pretended I don't know what he's talking about. Oh yea, Dumbledore is alive, in case your wondering.

"I thought the sorting hat was…" I trailed hoping they understand.

"It burned during the war or something." Malfoy said "Dumbledore made another one."

"Oh. Right." I nodded.

They smirked.

Because Slytherins just didn't smile.

"You know I am glad busy-haired-mudblood-Granger isn't coming back." Zabini said a while later.

My head snapped up from the sketchbook where I was actually doodling. What? I can't draw!

"What?" I tried to keep my voice normal as if I missed what he said.

"You know. Potty's friend, Granger." Nott smirked "We're spared her bushy head from class."

The ride felt so long, which meant they had a lot of time to piss me off talking about who I actually was.

"I hate her." Malfoy said suddenly. "She's so annoying. Putting her hand up to answer every single question asked in class."

"Well, I am glad I was spared seeing her." I mumbled going back to my doodling.

I stood beside Dumbledore while the First Years get sorted. At last, after all of them are sorted and seated Dumbledore announced that 'we have a new student for our eighth year and that she (that's me) needs to be sorted'.

Dumbledore smiled at me while I walked to the stool. I sat down while McGonagall placed the new sorting hat on my head.

I took a deep breath and tried to imagine the disappointment if I am not sorted in Gryffindor.

Wouldn't Dumbledore be disappointed? Oh yeah, he knew about my new identity. I mean, someone had to cover up for me. He knew and that's why everything had been going so smoothly.

"Very interesting." I heard the sorting hat say in my head. "I see you have the brains for Ravenclaw."

Not Ravenclaw, Not Ravenclaw, Not Ravenclaw, I begged silently.

"You'd do well in Gryffindor too." The hat said. "I see you have the bravery, the chivalry and courage. The pride too."

Yes! That's where I belong! I thought.

"But wait! What is that I see?"

Huh? What do you see?

"You're also cunning and ever so slightly ambitious." I gulped as I heard these words.

I am NOT like that!

"I see you're hungry to prove yourself."

Don't put me in Slytherin. I begged.

"Are you sure?"

YES!

"I think I can make up my mind." The hat said faintly.

Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor…

That's the only word I was thinking and waiting to hear.

But then the hat shouted something else, making me gawk.

You don't get all you want in life…

"SLYTHERIN!"

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